You have gone to a place-name
I am watching the roofs
Of the small buildings
That move along the windows
And the walls of a train
I take the spring summer railway
Into the east of southern north
Where the smell of
All the actions I've performed
Will be removed by the sun
Take up light
And wash yourself
Take up light
And wash yourself
On the spring summer railway
On spring summer rail
On the spring summer railway
On spring summer rail
I am leaving on the Tuesday
You will see me on the fifth
When the light dust
That has settled on my arms
Has been removed by the rain
But I don't see the need for water
It has never made me clean
Like the light that moves along
The windows of a train
In the day
Take up light
And wash yourself
Take up light
And wash yourself
On the spring summer railway
On spring summer rail
On the spring summer railway
On spring summer rail
There are patches of time that come loose
And drift amongst the rest of life
And if you are able to occasionally climb aboard
You're one of the lucky ones
And then, perhaps, if so inclined and able, you will try
To make something out of the experience
A poem, a picture, a song, or a book
Or something else of that kind
But instead
Take up light
And wash yourself
Take up light
And wash yourself
On the spring summer railway
On spring summer rail
On the spring summer railway
On spring summer rail